Now That I've Found you
by souled-angel
Summary: Sequal to 'I will find you', Now that I've found you follows what happens after Spike finds Buffy.
1. Hold Me

**A/N:** This is the sequel to a short fiction I wrote (_I will find you_). It is definitely necessary to read that one to understand this one.

**Summary:** Spike's corporeal again (5th Season Angel…) and he's found Buffy. Sure, he didn't make the best reappearance, but all Buffy can say is that she will remember his exit forever.

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As if in slow motion, Buffy stepped backwards, towards her room, pulling lightly on his hand. When they reached the doorway, she looked up into his eyes.

His head tilted and he gazed past the invisible barrier into the room.

They stood at the doorway for an eternity. Spike looked into her room, and she looked into his eyes. She didn't know what her hesitancy was about. She had mourned him. It was over and done with. Inviting him in should be like pushing Andrew out. But it wasn't.

She breathed in and slowly let go of his hand. And just like that the warmth she had felt was gone. The feeling she so desperately craved… was gone.

She looked away from his warm blue gaze, to the ground, trying to decide what to do. Whatever she chose to do at this very moment, was deciding her future. Whether or not it was with or without Spike.

She longed for it to be with him. She had been longing for it to be with him since the destroying of the Sunnydale Hellmouth. Hell, since he had gotten his soul!

Her eyes slowly traveled back up to his, connecting slowly. His head was leaned casually to the side; his lips parted softly, a look of confusion taking root to his features.

She looked once more from Spike to the door before smiling softly and shutting it.

"How about a cappuccino?" she asked, reaching for his hand again and leading him to the stairwell.

Disappointment flashed through his eyes as he understood, but he nodded just the same, glancing away. "Sure…" he whispered softly, following her down the stairs and out the front door of the apartment block.

She stopped outside Suzie's. It was a small café, hidden away in an alley. She used to come here a lot before her counseling. She had only stopped because… well actually… Buffy screwed her face up into a frown, wrinkling her nose. She didn't even know why she had stopped coming here.

She opened the door for Spike, following him inside and sitting in a huge round chair next to him, tucking her feet up with her.

"Why… didn't you…" she frowned and blinked a few times. "Why didn't you call… or write… writing is good. I… would have like to… have… known… you know? I would have… god Spike. I told you I loved you and you saved the world... the _world_! And… and… and… you didn't believe me… or… something… and—"

"Buffy…" he muttered, in attempt to interrupt her.

"You just went on. All heroic and that," she put on a deep voice and imitated him, "And then! 'No you don't, but thanks for sayin' it.' Who the hell do you think you are – 'I wanna see how it ends,' you think I didn't hear that? You **want** to be human and have little Buffy's and little Spike's running around. You don't wanna—"

"**Buffy**…" he tried, raising his eyebrows.

"See how it ends. I wanted to show you! Show you that I love you! Which may I add, if I didn't then, I sure as hell do now. I mean. Look at me!"

She stopped and tilted her head at him. Gazing at him gently she opened her mouth and whispered to him. "I love you."

Spike glanced away, looking up at one of the waiters and nodding at the special board. The waited smiled widely and nodded, writing it down.

"Spike?" her voice shook.

"Buffy… you don't—"

"I do!"

"You don't!" he repeated. "What you're feeling is bloody infatuation! It's passion, it's lust but it's not— oh bollocks," he muttered, eyes snapping upwards to see her. "Look… Summers… Slayer… Buffy… you're… everything. You were here, waiting for me… I know it… I want it… more than anything… And the whole time I was in L –bloody – A, I was thinking about you. As soon as I was all corporeal-like, I pranced off to Europe to find you, just to hear you say it again.

"Hell, I can't stand not hearing it. I want to hear you say it over and over. 'I'm in love with you Spike', 'I'm infatuated with you Spike', 'I love you, Spike.'" He chuckled and grinned up at her. "I wish it… because I love you… and this is all comin' out wrong. I was supposed to… I don't know… not? Not be arrogant or forward and let you figure out what you want…

"Let you… I really don't know… decide? Yeah… decide. I want you to … _decide_…" he said, punctuating it with a tilt of his head, and a soft smile floating over his face.

She looked down then back up at him. "Thank you…" she mumbled, before turning her gaze away again.

She swallowed and blinked a few times. "Uh…" she took a deep breath and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "How? How are you… back? What brought you back?"

Spike shrugged. "Wolfram and Hart from what I can gather. I was all ghost-like when I came back. Fred… wonderful bird that she is, tried to make me all solid again… but it didn't work out… then I got this… I don't know… package? In the mail. And I was… me again."

She smiled. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered to him. Suddenly the few inches between them seemed too far as she sat in her oversized chair.

She fiddled, putting her hands on her knees, in her lap, on the armrests of the chair and finally settling with them sitting uselessly beside her, clenched into fists.

"Buffy?" he mumbled, leaning forward in his chair, "Can I…" he trailed off. He shook his head and sat back. "Never mind."

"Hold me?" she asked, sliding off her chair and onto his, sitting in his lap with her feet tucked up and her head laying softly on his chest.

Spike sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "Exactly…"

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**A/N:** I didn't even know that I hadn't posted this one. I'm trying to set up a website for myself, but I can't seem to get a layout. I'm really sorry it took me this long to write. To apologize, I'm going to try and update all of me fics today.


	2. Never Letting Go

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**_Oops. I accidentally entered this chapter under 'How Does it Feel'. If anyone read it and it doesnt make sence... that's why..._**

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Buffy's eyes fluttered closed after a few minutes of simply sitting with him. He heard her heartbeat slowed as she relaxed, and drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

He sighed. All he'd wanted as he'd run from one country... one _continent _to the next, was to hear her say those words to him just once more, to prove that they hadn't been a dream. But when that chance had presented itself... it had scared him.

Spike was honestly frightened that Buffy could crush his unbeating heart. He _knew_ he loved her - so did she. And yes, that was odd. But it was accepted. yes the reality that Buffy could indeed _love_ Spike was horrifying, and it was wrong. Apart from his own mother, Spike had never truly been loved by anyone.

He had been adopted by Drusilla, who had toyed and played with him until Buffy's scent became too strong, and he had been distracted by Harmony, who yes, had liked him. But only in a way that wafted of a simple fondness.

Love? No Spike was never loved. He was **tolerated**. And used. In a way, Spike had not known proper love since 1880 - on the night of his turning, when he had read his poems to his mother, and she had praised him in a way that screamed love that only a mother could properly provide.

Buffy turned in her slumber, her face coming into contact with his crotch, which she nestled closer to, earning Spike a wink from one of the waiters.

Yeah - Buffy may have felt a passion for him. A certain level of tolerance that Drusilla had also felt. But he had never once believed, never truly, completely saw, the trust, and the reliance in her eyes, associating her feelings with love.

What they had together was being. And that simple hint of reliance that put her sleeping form in his lap, pressed into his crotch.

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_Spike burst into flames in fromt of her eyes, whispering to her as he died -_

_"You killed me, Buffy."_

_Her tears poured from her eyes as he was consumed by the heat of hell. She tried to call out to him, but the words wouldn't come. The sound... wouldn't come._

_When he was gone, the screams came. _

_"Spike!"_

_Silence surrounded her._

_"I'm sorry!" she wept, tears falling freely. "I'm so sorry!"_

_She collapsed on the ground, the words from one particularly fateful night ringing in her ears..._

_"You always hurt the ones you love."_

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"I'm sorry!" Buffy cried, trembling as Spike held her. His pants were damp from her tears, and he tried once more to wake her. 

"Buffy?" He shook her gently. This time she woke, sitting upright and scanning the cafe. As soon as she noticed Spike, she fell back onto him, holding him tightly as though she'd never let go.

"Spike" she sobbed.

He comforted her by running his fingers through her long golden locks. he didn't know what had brought on this sudden turn of emotions, so he had nothing more than to assume that it had been a dream.

"Shh..." he soothed, holding her to him and rocking her slightly, "Just a dream, love. Everything's fine."

"You're here?" she asked quietly, wiping her face on his black shirt.

"Forever, Buffy. You're never getting rid of me," he promised, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

She paused at that, looking up at him.

"Don't." He warned her, knowing very well what she was thinking. "Just... don't."

She looked down. He had no idea why. Had he hurt her by denying her the urge to return those three special words?

"Buffy..." he tried, "I can't hear you say it." She raised an eyebrow at him. "I can't _see_ you say it," he told her. What he was saying made absolute perfect sense to him.

"I'm sorry?" she asked softly, reaching up and wiping the tears away from her face with the back of her hand.

"I know... you don't..." he frowned. "You... can't," he corrected, "feel it. The love. You might _think_ that you can. But honestly? You can't."

"Spike..." she started, as he had earlier.

"No, Buffy. You don't understand. _I_ won't hear it. _I_ can't."

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Buffy's heart broke when he waved her feelings away. Oh god how she needed Willow to give her a mind-reading spell. Something that would work on Spike. But Willow's magicks weren't for selfish uses. And besides. Willow didn;t even know Spike was back... and Buffy didn't exactly plan on telling her anytime soon. 

She stiffened in Spike's lap, confused as to her feelings for him. Spike was supposed to be 'Love's Bitch'. He'd told her that once or twice before. But he obviously wasn't all that good at picking out the feelings that were felt for him.

"You know what, Spike?" she asked, frowning now.

He sighed. "What, Summers?"

He hadn't called her by her surname in an eternity.

"I love you," she said bluntly. He winced. "_Love_," she stressed. Again, he winced. The only reason she noticed was because of her close proximities.

"No, you don't," he mumbled.

"I do!" she insisted. "And who the hell do you think you are to say that I don't, William?"

His eyes flashed to hers.

"I love you, god damn it Spike! And if you'd quit being so ignorant, you'd notice it!" she hissed at him.

And damn him again, he smiled. Weakly, and only for less than two seconds, but it had been there just the same.

"And why won't you let me scream it to the world?" she asked.

Then he snapped. "Because you'll regret it!" his eyes quickly filled with tears. "You'll realise you don't, and you'll break my heart!" One of the brewing tears spilled over, trickling down his cheek.

Buffy's look softened as she began to understand. She reached up and wiped the tear away delicately.

Spike looked so vulnerable to her at the moment. Her hand remained on his cheek as she leant in and kissed him. He stiffened, now realising the impact of his outburst.

Pulling away to mutter, "I love you," and then refocusing her attention on his lips was no task. It was the fact that he had yet to show another reaction.

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Spike had turned into a wimp. It was the soul. He had to blame it on the soul. Here Buffy was. sitting there, kissing him, and all he could do was feel it. 

He'd just told her his biggest fear. And instead of laughing, she was kissing him. Something he'd never thought he'd feel again. Never _truly _thought.

So he pulled away from her. The hurt that flashes through her eyes could have been mistaken for anything, but the words that followed couldn't.

"Take the plunge, William. See how good it feels... to be loved."

She hit the spot right there. She knew. She'd read his mind.

He said her name on his exhale, reaching forward to cup her cheeks and press his lips into hers, closing his eyes on instinct.

"Oh god," she moaned. Half of the people in the cafe looked over to her then, but she didn't care. She had him now. _Truly_ had him. And she was never letting go.

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**A/N:** Hope you liked that. I'm pleased with it. If you're bored, give 'How Does it Feel' (another of my stories) a go, because I've recently discovered a plotline, which has made the most... recently written chapter pretty good. 

You don't have to. It's just a suggestion.

I'd love some reviews for this chapter! ... Please?


	3. Crimson Tears

A/N: School holidays in NSW now, so I get to write a little more before I go on my holiday to QLD...

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Im pretty sure I wrote the third chapter out, but I've lost it, so if this one sucks, I'm sorry, I'm just making do.

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The first thing he heard when he woke up was Buffy. The splash of liquid against liquid and the sound of her heaving in the bathroom.

He lifted his head and glanced around the dark room, eyes adjusting quickly thanks to the pin pricks of indirect sunlight trickling in from the gaps in the curtains.

Rolling off the bed, he lazily padded towards the bathroom and peered in through the door, where he saw Buffy, resting her head against the edge of the toilet bowl, her bed shirt damp from sweat and a nasty shiver taking over her body.

"Buffy?" he murmered, wiping his eyes to rid them of sleep.

She turned her head, ever so slowly, to look at him, as though she were afraid movement would make her sick again.

"Are you alright?" He stepped into the bathroom, and with what little energy she had left she glared at him.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

He halted immediately. An immediate shiver took over his already cold body at her words, eyes widening.

"Spike, god. Just go!" she hissed, before turning and dry heaving into the toilet bowl. He began to move towards her, concerned about her no matter how much her words stung him.

She panted a little before turning to him. "Get out!"

Broken. A feeling Spike hadn't felt in... forever... He felt it now. Coming up to haunt him. Taunting him, circling him. Icy hands pawed at his still heart, threatening to squeeze any remaining feeling from him.

He backed from the room, feeling the impulsive urge to cry. When he reached the lounge area of the hotel room they'd hired, he sat on the couch and put his face in his hands, breathing deeply again and again. He listed the possible reasons for her being that way in his head, and none of them sounded good to him.

Had she met someone else when she was here and remembered this morning?  
Was she pregnant with that persons baby?  
Did she regret her decision to be with him?

He sat shaking, watching his hands vibrate in front of him, breathing in sobs. Why would she snap at him like that? Maybe he'd caught the wrong end of the stick, or misinterpreted it the wrong way. Maybe he'd been too soon to judge her tone. Maybe she was sick, and really wanted him to stay but didn't want to sound weak.

Who was he kidding, of course she was sick. She was vomiting, and sweating. She probably needed him, and here he was, doubting her feelings for him.

She clumsily made her way from the room, barely walking in a straight line as she walked to the kitchen, running an arm along the wall.

He stood immediately. "Hey, beautiful. You okay?"

She paused, drunkenly turning her head towards him, dizzily wobbling against the wall.

He wondered for a moment if she were perhaps pissed out of her mind. But then he remembered that the hotel they were in only served those little mini-bar alcoholic drinks that get served on aeroplanes that couldn't even get a person like Buffy Summers tipsy.

"Don't call me beautiful if I'm anything but," she snapped, continuing on her trek to the kitchen.

He frowned, and followed her, blinking and opening the fridge for her when he saw she found it difficult.

"Don't!" she whined, snatching a bottled water and sliding her sweaty hands around the cap in attempt to open it. "Didn't I tell you to get?"

He closed his eyes, and counted to three. Gently, he took the bottle from her and unscrewed the lid, handing it back to her with raised eyebrows, quietly wondering why the Slayer was so weak. Maybe her power had been divided among the other slayers that day?

"Stop, Spike. Just stop... oh god..." she dropped the water bottle, which Spike caught in mid air, and ran towards the bathroom clutching frantically at her mouth.

Spike felt weak. He was shaking, and still trying to wake up from his sleep. They had hired a motel room because Buffy couldn't have him as such a huge part in her life, and figured that this meant that there were still parts of her that could stay hidden.

But Spike couldn't understand it. Was she really that worried that her apartment would be opening her heart? Hadn't she already told him she loved him?

Or had it all been a dream?

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Her stomach ached. It felt like she'd swallowed a cow and it had made its way into the lower half of her body and was currently kicking and ripping at whatever it could find.

Her throat was dry from throwing up, and she _knew_ how bad she smelt. Every last one of her muscles begged for mercy. Slayer strength was bust now.

She panted heavily, stripping off her pants in attempt to stop feeling so hot, and only attempting in an abnormal switch to cold. She lay down on the tiles and moaned, wishing that Spike would help her.

Where the hell was the dick anyway?

"Buffy?" he asked timidly from the doorway.

Her pain lowered a fraction and she turned towards him. He looked so completely torn. So completely shattered, that she felt like crying. She picked herself up off the floor and scraped her hair up into a messy ponytail. Then she tugged on the hem of his pants like a lost child and beckoned him to join her on the floor.

She smelt absolutely disgusting, and she half expected him to wrinkle up his nose and storm away, but he kneeled on the floor and pulled her into his arms lovingly.

She let out a choked sob and pulled him closer, crying lightly into his shoulder. She didn't even know why, really. Because she'd treated him like shit? Because she felt like shit? Because she looked like shit?

They sat together on the floor for almost an hour before he finally pulled back a little. She saw the tears that had dripped from his eyes, and pulled him closer again.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

He cried to her, and she to him.

"I'm so sorry, Spike..." she whispered. "I'm just..."

He sniffed the air a little. "Is that blood?" he murmered.

She blushed and squeezed her thighs together. "No?"

His eyes widened. "You're... menstr-"

"I have my period..." she mumbled, pulling her pants up her legs and moving away from him.

He pulled her back towards him roughly and smashed his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She inched away quickly.

"My mouth is all vomit-y... I get really sick at this... time of the month... and moody... honestly Spike. You don't want to be around me. You should probably go-" he cut her off pressing his lips to hers and smiling calmly.

"I thought... oh god. Dru never... and neither did... and I only ever _heard_ about women getting... before now.. but, you... and that smell! It's absolutely... words can't even describe... and god! Buffy, all you had to do was tell me!" he exclaimed, holding her close.

"Thank you..."

"Do you need anything? Water, asprin, bed, heat pack, cold pack, chocolate... alcohol? Because, honestly, I can help," he raised his eyebrows.

She giggled at him, swatting lightly at his arm.

"I'm just so glad that you aren't mad at me. You just kept telling me to leave... and I can't leave you. You know I can't!" he wiped his tears away. She reached up and gently brushed the remainder of his tears with her forefinger, tracing patterns over his face.

"I love you so, so much..." she hugged herself close to him.

"Can I have a taste?" she looked up at him and frowned. His eyes ticked downwards before meeting her gaze again.

"What! No!" she gasped, pushing at his chest. "Ew, Spike! Thats... ohhhh..."

His finger had slipped playfully into the wasteband of her pants and straight into her sex. As soon as it was there, it was gone, and his finger was slipping into his mouth.

He smirked happily at her, standing up and carrying her to the bed, where he lay her down and left for a moment to retrieve the bottle of water she'd left with him.

When he returned, she was already asleep. He smiled ever so slightly and crawled back into bed with her, stroking her where ever he could. He pulled her into his arms and began to fall asleep with her... but not before taking one last loving gaze at his Buffy.

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A/N: I hope you like it. It was a little rushed, but I still think it was worth writing. I had fun.

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	4. Sounds in the Night

A/N: Thank you all for your patience while I have been out of action over the past five or six months. I have hopefully _almost_ recovered from my writer's block, and I'm going to attempt another chapter of this fiction.

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Without your wonderful reviews, I don't know where I'd be.

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Finally, Buffy's PMSing ups-and-downs had stopped, and she could relax around Spike. Since that one occasion, just a week ago, she was determined to maintain a distance from him at _that_ time of the month. He had seemed so _broken_ when she had seen him clearly that day... she couldn't do that to him again.

She tapped on his door lightly with her finger and smiled sheepishly when he opened the door. "Hey you," she mumbled, pulling out a sachet of blood from behind her back. "Peace offering?"

He held up a finger, signaling for her to wait at the door as he disappeared, returning with a dainty white rose, which he twirled between his finger tips. "Found this for you... it was just lyin' around..." he grinned and held it out to her proudly.

With a smile, she took it from him and handed him the blood.

"So..." she inched past him into the hotel room, "Want to sit in your room for a while until the sun goes down and huddle on the couch watching," she pulled out 'the Notebook', "Sappy girly movies?"

He grimaced and shut the door behind her, "Uh... not really, pet."

She giggled and snapped open the DVD case. "Oh good, because Willow forgot to put the DVD back in."

With a small chuckle, Spike made his way back into the small kitchen and opened the fridge, slowly scanning its ingredients, frowning and closing it again.

"So what did you want to do then?" he asked, with a tilt of his head. "I mean, there are plenty of bloody movies, we could dance-"

"_Dance?_" Buffy asked incredulously. Was he insane?

He grinned widely, "Kinda. I meant train. Get you up to scratch again. Surely you're a little rusty."

A thoughtful look crossed her face. "I'm actually going to take you up on that."

He began to reply, but she cut him off.

"Not that I'm rusty. No, definitely not that. I have a lot of ... frustration to work out..."

Spike grinned. "Sure, blondie."

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The hit echoed through the night, and instantly, the mood changed. After innocently sparring for three hours stright, a gunshot rang through the darkness, with the keen sense of each the vampire and the Slayer, they were both able to drop to the ground, narrowly missing the next two.

"Spike! You okay?" Buffy asked, whipping her head around and looking him up and down from her place flat on the ground, arms poisted on either side of her chest, ready to lift herself back up.

He nodded. "You?"

She bit her lip, wincing a little as she moved. "Think I got one."

Looking down, she saw that a bullet had hit the right side of her stomach. A small amount of blood was making her shirt cling to her skin, and she felt the burn of the pain for the first time.

Hearing a growl, she looked to Spike, who had sprung up, and was racing towards the shooter, who was still madly firing from two handguns.

Each hit, Spike took, roaring like an animal. Tears sprung to Buffy's eyes, and she stood, racing after him. But he had to larger lead on her. He reached the shooter, dripping blood as though it were a river, with a look of hideous anger, that actually scared even him.

Ignoring the pain, and the aches, Spike pulled his arm back and punched the mysterious dark-haired shooter. A loud crunch, and his face changed. Spike growled, eager to stake this gun-equipped vampire.

Hell, eager to rip the damnned creatures head off. Eager to give him the most radical punishment and death known to man and monster.

He delivered numerous more punches, his chest burning from the amount of bullets lodged in. He didn't care. His girl had been shot. Spike reached to the dark haired vampire and took a tight hold on his head, his knee pressing into the vampire's back, holding him to the ground. His other hand took a hold of the vampire's chin and twisted his neck, even when it got harder, he twisted. And even when he heard the satisfying crack of his neck, he wasn't happy.

Dust appeared and Spike beat at the ground. Tears streamed from his eyes, from the pain coursing through his body and from the fact that Buffy was injured.

Buffy.

Spike span around and saw her standing near him, tears pouring from her own eyes.

"Buffy," he whispered, walking towards her until each of their blood stained chests were pressed together. He leaned towards her and nuzzled the side of her face with his nose. A soft purr erupted from his mouth. He inhaled her scent deeply, and kissed the side of her mouth.

She sobbed loudly, and pressed her lips to his, threading her fingers through his hair, and pulling his head towards hers, lifting herself up against him.

"I love you. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou," she whispered against his lips, holding him closely to her.

"You're okay? Apart from the bullet, are you okay?" he asked, eyes closed as they each peppered kisses over the other's face.

"I'm fine," she looked at him, at his torso, "but you aren't. We need to get those bullets out."

A tight grin from him and they turned in the direction of his hotel.

Buffy paused. "Spike?"

He looked at her.

"Well, you have no medical supplies, and you haven't seen it... so do you want to come back to my apartment?"

He tilted his head.

"You don't have to..." she said hurredly, "I'm just sayin-"

"I'd love to, Buffy."

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A/N: I want to get a start on another chapter of another fiction, so for now, farewell.

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